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... horse injustice - would rather have wanted his own dinner , he says . In this I believe him , as Roan Robin's ribs and coat shew no marks of contradiction . However , as he will meet with no saints in the inns we frequent , and as oats ...
... horse injustice - would rather have wanted his own dinner , he says . In this I believe him , as Roan Robin's ribs and coat shew no marks of contradiction . However , as he will meet with no saints in the inns we frequent , and as oats ...
Pagina 22
... horse - hire - and your reckoning , too , at dinner . " " Latimer paid that , sir , " I replied , thinking to soften the matter ; but I had much better have left it unspoken . " The reckoning , sir ! And did you sponge up- on any man ...
... horse - hire - and your reckoning , too , at dinner . " " Latimer paid that , sir , " I replied , thinking to soften the matter ; but I had much better have left it unspoken . " The reckoning , sir ! And did you sponge up- on any man ...
Pagina 33
... horse , it will carry the owner into some scrape , out of which he will find it difficult to ex- tricate himself , especially if the daring spirit which bore thee thither should chance to fail thee at a pinch . Remember , Darsie , thou ...
... horse , it will carry the owner into some scrape , out of which he will find it difficult to ex- tricate himself , especially if the daring spirit which bore thee thither should chance to fail thee at a pinch . Remember , Darsie , thou ...
Pagina 35
... horse - pond . Besides , did I not once find thee gazing with respect at a lizard , in the at- titude of one who looks upon a crocodile ? Now this is , doubtless , so far a harmless exercise of your imagination , for the puddle cannot ...
... horse - pond . Besides , did I not once find thee gazing with respect at a lizard , in the at- titude of one who looks upon a crocodile ? Now this is , doubtless , so far a harmless exercise of your imagination , for the puddle cannot ...
Pagina 39
... horse in a bog , where his efforts to extricate himself only plunged him deeper at every awk- ward struggle , till some one , -I myself for ex- ample - took compassion on the moaning monster , and dragged him out by mane and tail . As ...
... horse in a bog , where his efforts to extricate himself only plunged him deeper at every awk- ward struggle , till some one , -I myself for ex- ample - took compassion on the moaning monster , and dragged him out by mane and tail . As ...
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Pagina 231 - Are ye come light-handed, ye son of a toom whistle?" said Sir Robert. " Zounds! if you are " My gudesire, with as gude a countenance as he could put on, made a leg, and placed the bag of money on the table wi' a dash, like a man that does something clever. The Laird drew it to him hastily — " Is it all here, Steenie, man ?" " Your honour will find it right,"' said my gudesire. " Here, Dougal," said the Laird, " gie Steenie a tass of brandy down stairs, till I count the siller and write the receipt.
Pagina 247 - And there was Claverhouse, as beautiful as when he lived, with his long, dark, curled locks, streaming down over his laced buff-coat, and his left hand always on his right spule-blade, to hide the wound that the silver bullet had made.* He sat apart from them all, and looked at them with a melancholy, haughty countenance; while the rest hallooed, and sung, and laughed, that the room rang.
Pagina 244 - But there may be some under the earth," said the stranger. "Come, I'll be frank wi' you; I could lend you the money on bond, but you would maybe scruple my terms. Now, I can tell you, that your auld Laird is disturbed in his grave by your curses, and the wailing of your family, and if ye daur venture to go to see him, he will give you the receipt.
Pagina 240 - He paused, and then added, mair sternly, 'If I understand your trick, sir, you want to take advantage of some malicious reports concerning things in this family, and particularly respecting my father's sudden death, thereby to cheat me out of the money, and perhaps take away my character, by insinuating that I have received the rent I am demanding. Where do you suppose this money to be? I insist upon knowing.
Pagina 256 - although this vision of yours tends, on the whole, to my father's credit, as an honest man, that he should, even after his death, desire to see justice done to a poor man like you, yet you are sensible that ill-dispositioned men might make bad constructions upon it, concerning his soul's health. So, I think, we had better lay the haill dirdum on that ill-deedie creature, Major Weir, and say naething about your dream in the wood of Pitmurkie.
Pagina 232 - John and his father never gree'd weel. Sir John had been bred an advocate, and afterwards sat in the last Scots Parliament and voted for the Union, having gotten, it was thought, a rug of the compensations. If his father could have come out of his grave, he would have brained him for it on his awn hearthstane.
Pagina 254 - ... a red-hot chanter. But yet it may be true, Steenie ; and if the money cast up, I shall not know what to think of it. — But where shall we find the Cat's Cradle ? There are cats enough about the old house, but I think they kitten without the ceremony of bed or cradle.
Pagina 259 - Laird himsell, if no better. But Heaven kens the truth, whilk first came out by the minister's wife, after Sir John and her ain gudeman were baith in the moulds. And then, my gudesire, wha was failed in his limbs, but not in his judgment or memory — at least nothing to speak of — was obliged to tell the real narrative to his freends, for the credit of his good name. He might else have been charged for a warlock...
Pagina 251 - I am not done with thee. HERE we do nothing for nothing; and you must return on this very day twelvemonth, to pay your master the homage that you owe me for my protection." My father's tongue was loosed of a suddenty, and he said aloud, "I refer mysell to God's pleasure, and not to yours.
Pagina 234 - it shall never break my service to Sir Robert; and I will answer his next whistle, so be you will stand by me, Hutcheon.' Hutcheon had nae will to the wark, but he had stood by Dougal in battle and broil, and he wad not fail him at this pinch; so...